Silver Lake
Lloyd Cole
Put on some make up and dry your eyes
We'll go to the racetrack and drink some wine
No I don't love you the way that I should
Baby, I can't leave you like this
If we get lucky we'll go top shelf
We ain't drinking nothing from no damned well
No songs of praise on Sunday morning
Baby, I can't leave you like this
Freedom's not a realistic ideal
Liberty means nothing worth a damn
My pursuit of sadness is not knee jerk
I don't have a second heart to break
Put on your dress and let down your hair
We'll walk out together down Glendale Blvd
Not a word of happiness or grief
Baby, I can't leave you like this
I can't stay
But I can't leave you like this